"You don’t have to look like an Under Armour mannequin to be an athlete. People probably think I don’t even try to work out, but I do. Just because you’re big doesn’t mean you can’t be an athlete. And just because you work out doesn’t mean you’re going to have a 12-pack."
- Prince Fielder
I’m weak in the knees.
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What the fuck is happening to me
The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss.
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"I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t."-W. Somerset Maugham (via teenager90s)
"She had grown to have what many considered to be a bitter personality, those who resigned in the palace always had murmurs to exchange on the matter of this dry disposition, she was a Princess of strong words and stubborn glares by the age of sixteen. Only her Mother, and to a lesser extent her Uncle, really understood what lie beneath this young resistance, watching an overwhelming confusion build up within this child from the moment she had become self-aware. She had followed an uneven life so far, from the inner-city, to wild country, to rural pastures, to royal residency, she had no true home or identity. And too, there was an unspoken deprivation of the father she had barely had time to understand as a young girl, yet now lived within his almost mythological shadow, his face was everywhere, but at the same time it was intangible. This detachment was a product of a regal frustration, and an unspoken sombreness. Relationships did not bother her, as she felt that may one day they may disappear and be of no relevance, and the only people who were constant in her life, those of her family, were barely seen for weeks on end. She was far too aware of life by this age, to ever be fond of it again. And so she glared at maids and shunned polite conversation, in favour of having some amount of control, if only momentary, in the existance she led within these marble walls."-Celestial Dynasty. (via jaded-mandarin)
Base By: Jahrenesis